As if there isn't enough doom and gloom in the newspapers and on TV, it seems that Wimbledon could be facing a strawberry crisis this year. Notice I use the word 'could' and the article says 'may', not 'will' and 'is most definitely'; we live in an age of terrible scare-mongering, even about overpriced strawberries at a tennis tournament.
I like to strike while the iron is hot, make hay while the sun shines and lemonade when life gives me lemons (and go overboard on clichés once in a while), so when I had a very strong urge to make a cake this week, I decided to make an Early Wimbledon Cake with all the strawberries and cream I could find in the fridge. Not because I believe everything I read in the paper, but because sweet, slightly lemony sponge filled and topped with lots of whipped cream and ripe strawberries is a very good way to satisfy that urge. And it tasted better than any measly and expensive - and maybe soon to get a lot more measly and expensive - portion of strawberries and cream would ever taste at Wimbledon.